He puts a pause on his sketching, looking up at her after going still. That sounds pretty familiar. "It ain't just whatever. It is weird, it's hard, it hurts, and it fuckin' sucks. Not really somethin' you get used to, I don't think." Not for him, anyway, but he wasn't born into his curse, so maybe it works differently for the both of them. Hell if he knows, he's never gotten around to asking.

"But, that's what you got us now for, y'know? I wouldn't be good help, but there's people in the pack that's been doin' this for a real long time." Edith in particular is one of his favorites. She's a quirky old thing, but sharp as a tack and full of life experience. She could help Girl get her head in order and make sense of things, probably. "You want me to send 'em your way some time?"